You’re like my dream come true. You cook, you bike, you garden, you camp… is there anything you don’t do? You are kind and generous and thoughtful and quiet and I wish that I knew how to relax around you instead of constantly using alcohol to break the ice, which just ends up making me look like an idiot.
I thought I was over you, but then yesterday at Mumford Terminal I saw a guy wearing a plaid jacket loading a bike onto the front of the number one, and my heart stopped. I’ve never had that happen before. When he turned around, he was missing your signature half-grin and your facial hair (have I mentioned that I think your facial hair is just fine?) and since then, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.
I wish so many things were different and that we could maybe have a shot. I’m leaving Halifax soon and who knows where you’ll end up, but you have made an impact on my life, and I will always think on you fondly. —Illogical Lover
This article appears in May 17-23, 2012.
Bang the bike dude from the bus stop ….. you’ll get over the first dude in a jiffy
God… Where are the guys like that! If I found one I’d hang on tight..
wow! he BIKES!?
gardening, camping, biking, …
this mofo is getting off the grid, isn’t he?
FUCK YOU NSP
if MY rate goes up because you lose this camping/gardening/biking customer here… I’m gonna sign an online petition and tell you to push that boot farther up there.